( things she is good for: being curled into the fetal position.
                     that’s it, unless you count being a bitter pain in the ass. or lower back; whichever. )

#pretends that there's even a reason for me to be here  #; open .  

             [ so, she’s stretched out on a bench,
                                     reading the book of the week, 
                                                                 while she’s partially upside down. ]    

#; open .  #shrugs idk  

      “ Willin’ to bet that wasn’t supposed to happen. ”

#; open .  #im supposed to be logging out but this icon man  #this icon.  

             “  Truth be told, I really couldn’t give less of a fuck, mate. ”

#; muse : ollie .  #; open .  #well that's nice. asshole.  

( it’s mardi gras.

            he runs a bar in the quarter.

                       can you really blame him for passing out ? )

#; open .  #; muse : eloi .  #babe pls  #he was legit bouncing around for a moment and then zzzzzzzzzz  

( she has a thing about staring at people from her window.

  as if it wasn’t obvious enough, she has to call attention to herself.

  the genius forgot that people can clearly hear her singing, too. )

           “ I said, hey ! girl with one eye —

                             I’ll cut your little heart out, ‘cause you made me cry. ”

#; open .  #i actually did this earlier  #idk why my neighbors don't like me !!!  #|:  #i choose the worst songs to sing out loud it's actually a problem